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  Blake used a key to open the front door. There was only one light on inside, a dim, flickering bulb swinging above a pool table. It didn’t look like anyone else was there.

  “What is this place?” I asked, genuinely confused.

  “It’s our clubhouse,” he said in a matter-of-fact way. “This is where we meet up, hang out… you know.”

  “What club?” I asked, and he laughed. He wasn’t going to elaborate.

  He took my hand and led me over to the pool table. On it was a small bottle of lube. I knew what it was for. After all, I had just watched porn all week. But I had never even let my ex do that to me, and the idea of doing it with an almost-stranger made my knees want to buckle.

  Still, I didn’t want Blake to think that I was some kind of prude. And I was still so horny from the bike ride…

  “There’s no one else here?” I said, leaning on the pool table as he poured us some drinks behind the bar.

  “Just us,” he assured as he walked back over to me.

  I pulled off my top and my jeans, kicking my shoes across the floor and revealing the lingerie underneath.

  “Wow,” he breathed, though I could have sworn I heard someone else say the same thing at the same time. I chalked it up to my imagination. The place was a little spooky.

  I pushed myself up onto the pool table and spread my legs, pulling away the narrow piece of fabric between them. I had just shaved my pussy smooth, and I wanted him to see.

  “Looks fantastic,” he said, and again, I thought I heard others in the room.

  “Are you sure no one’s here, Blake?” I asked, though part of me didn’t even care about the answer.

  “Just us,” he assured me again as he approached.

  I got up on my hands and knees like the week before, wanting him to tongue-fuck my pussy and ass again. I pulled my panties down to my knees, and he didn’t hesitate to indulge me. He began to use his magic tongue on me, exploring every divot and slit he could find. I felt like a real slut up on that table. I was moaning loudly with no regard for who might hear and fiercely grabbing his head from behind me.

  After about ten minutes of being one perfect touch away from orgasm, he pushed me down onto the table, pulling my panties completely off of me in one swift motion. I spread my legs, inviting him to fuck me. My pussy lips were swollen, parted wide, and glistening with my juices.

  He undressed, and I whimpered as I waited for him to enter me. Instead, he climbed up on the table, almost knocking the light that hung above us, and lowered his big cock into my mouth. I was under him, and had little choice but to comply with his demand. He fucked my face, ramming himself in to my throat, his wide dick stretching my lips around it.

  That was when I heard more noises around us.

  Then, just as suddenly as he’d moved up onto the table, Blake was standing before me. He yanked me down so that my ass was on the edge of the table, and I felt him drive his massive cock into me. I let out a delighted squeal that could probably be heard outside.

  At times he would pull all the way out of me, and holding his cock, drive it back in up to the hilt. It was as if he enjoyed watching the action. His force reduced me to jelly beneath him. I could barely move, and my legs were shaking violently.

  Just a few moments later, I felt the cool touch of the lube on my ass. He pumped some straight into me, and it felt strange, but nice. I was totally unprepared for it, but I wanted to let him do it. I wanted to try.

  At first, it really hurt, but after only a few seconds, I relaxed and my tight little hole swallowed up his cock The feeling was intense: a mixture of absolute pleasure and being torn wide open. It no longer hurt; it just started causing one non-stop orgasm.

  Without warning, I gushed cum all over him—something I had never done, but only heard about. I was screaming like a banshee when he stuck what must have been three fingers inside of my pussy at the same time. That was it. My entire body shuddered in what could only be described as a super orgasm. It lasted for almost a whole minute while I squirted my lust onto his gleaming, muscular body.

  When I finally opened my eyes, I saw that the lights in the rest of the place were on. There were about eight guys standing around watching. They must have been lurking in the shadows when we first arrived.

  They were all young, mid-twenties or early thirties, all with tattoos decorating their fit, bulky bodies. In between them were a couple of girls that looked like they were in their late teens or early twenties.

  Blake rammed three fingers in me again and I came, regardless of what was going on around me. I couldn’t move; I could barely even speak.

  One guy walked up to the table and I saw he had his hard cock in his hand. He began to cum all over me. After that there were two more, followed by the rest. The girls just watched as they covered me in spunk. They spurted into my hair, my new lingerie, all over my belly and face, too. I suppose that at any other time I would have reacted with absolute disgust, but for some reason, this all just fit in perfectly. I loved it. I felt like a dirty little sex toy.

  Then I felt it. Blake was cumming in my ass.

  His warm, wet jizz filled me, slopping back out with every stroke. At least I didn’t need to worry if I had been back on the pill long enough.

  When he had finished, he pulled out of me slowly, leaving me in a trembling heap on the pool table. Everyone started clapping. It was the weirdest feeling.

  “She’s one of us now,” one guy said from the crowd.

  “Welcome to the club,” someone else said.

  Not thirty seconds later, one of the girls was there with my clothes in her hand and a towel. She lead me away to a shower and toilet that was in the back room.

  “I’m Candy,” she said, helping me walk. My knees were still wobbly and weak. “All the girls here go through the orientation, but not all of them make it,” she said and winked at me.

  All the girls? I thought. What the hell does that mean?

  As if she were understanding my thoughts, she went on:

  “There are four of us club girls—well, five now, including you. And there are nine guys in the club.” I was trying to figure out what she meant as I adjusted the shower.

  “It’s an outlaw motorcycle club,” she said finally. “But one of the small ones. We’re off the radar.”

  What have I gotten myself into? I thought as I washed the cum of several men off of my body.

  “Are they... I mean, are they okay?” I asked, feeling stupid for asking.

  Candy shrugged. “They’re nice guys. They treat us great, though I guess that you’ll belong to Blake now.” She said it so plainly, as if it were normal.

  I looked at her, partly in shock, partly in horror and partly in abject wonder.

  “Don’t look at me like that,” she said. “You know you love it, or you wouldn’t still be here. Blake is a babe, too. I’ve let him fuck me before.”

  I cleaned up and got dressed, and when Candy and I walked back out, the other girl that had been there was cleaning up the cum off of the pool table. I found out later that her name was Tabitha. Both girls were strippers at a local club. I was at least a good ten years older than them, but Blake had chosen me. He brought me a drink and put his arm around me.

  “Melissa, you are absolutely fucking fantastic. You are welcome here anytime, just call me first and I’ll make sure that someone lets you in. Of course, if you still want to have dinner sometime...”

  He wanted to fuck me and share me with his friends, but also wanted to date me. I was more confused than I had ever been in my life. I didn’t know if I would ever come back, or even take his phone call, but something inside me told me that I would. I had never had sex like that, and the grand finale was nothing short of spectacular.

  “I think I need to go home for now and... recover,” I said feebly.

  A couple of the guys laughed and Blake squeezed me around my waist.

  “Of course,” he said. “I’ll get one of the guys to give you a ride.”


  Then he kissed me and walked off to answer a phone call. He said something to one of the other guys there, who walked over to me and asked if I was ready. I recognized him as the one that had cum on me first. It had been a huge amount, and he was also well-hung.

  “I’m Tyler,” he said as he took my hand. “I have orders to see you home, Melissa.”

  He was polite for a biker, just like Blake. He wasn’t as tall, but he was cute in that rough sort of way.

  Tyler took me outside and helped me up onto his bike. It was a big one, with a wheel that went way out front. A chopper, I think he called it. The entire ride home, the bike rattled between my legs, once again making me wet. I considered inviting Tyler in, but I didn’t know the rules yet.

  When he dropped me off, he hand me a card with an address and three phone numbers on it.

  “Call anytime, and you know where we are,” he said, and took off down the road. My neighbor looked out the window quizzically at me.

  I went inside my place and sat down. My legs were still shaking. My life had changed so quickly in such a short time, and I reminded myself that it was just what I wanted. I wondered how long I would wait before I called him.

  Taken Back

  Almost the entire month of July went by without me calling Blake. I had come to the conclusion that I was biting off more than I could chew. Not that I hadn’t enjoyed it, but it was all too much too quickly. I avoided going to the bar that he worked at or even walking down that street. It was a bit of a pain, but in some ways, it was still easier to just walk the extra block to catch a cable car.

  Over the course of that month, I went out on a few random dates. One guy had asked me out when I was shopping at the health food store in the marina. Another I had met while taking one of the city walk tours. They were both nice, if a little boring. But the last one showed more promise.

  His name was Paul. He was tall, hunky, and had traveled the world—in fact, he owned his own travel agency. After a spectacular dinner and a romantic walk down by the marina, I decided that I was going to invite him in.

  I hadn’t had sex since the crazy night in the clubhouse, and my vibrator was getting worn out. I had been masturbating at least once a day—sometimes more—and often while reliving the events of that night in my mind. When I got Paul inside, I was just going to give in and let him use me. I craved that attention. It was completely unlike the old Melissa, but something had awakened inside of me.

  It started out okay, with him kissing me quite passionately on my sofa. The drinks that I had fixed for us sat there, little drops of condensation forming on the glasses. It progressed pretty quickly and I was taking off my clothes within minutes.

  “Slow down a little,” Paul said, kissing my neck. “Let’s take it as it comes.”

  That should have been my first warning.

  “What do you enjoy?’ he said “What turns you on the most?”

  That should have been my second warning, but I didn’t pay any heed to it. I was horny, and I desperately wanted him inside of me.

  “Take me, use me, fuck me,” I said. It was probably out of character for the way I had acted on our date, but I didn’t want to have to guide some guy on how to make me cum.

  “Do you enjoy oral?” he asked, and that was the warning I listened to, but I let him fuck me anyway. It would have been rude to just stop there.

  Of course I enjoyed oral. What woman doesn’t? But it was all too much talk and not enough animal action. It was a sheer disaster, really. I pretended to cum, and he was finished in 10 minutes. He wanted to stay the night, but I made excuses and kicked him out. I didn’t even say “call me” as he left. I think he knew as well as I did that it was less than spectacular.

  I felt cheap and slutty, which was exactly how I wanted to feel, but not satisfied. Blake had opened up a door in my brain, and there was no way that I could shut it again. I finally relented and went to the bar.

  He wasn’t there. In fact, the guy working behind the bar told me that Blake hadn’t worked there for two weeks. He just didn’t show up one day, but had later called and told them that he had no interest in working there anymore.

  I searched my apartment for the little card that Tyler had given me that crazy evening and finally found it under the fridge. I dialed the number nervously. Here I was delving back into the world of bikers and free sex. They probably were all drug dealers, too, though I had nothing but movies and books to base that theory on. One thing was certain: they were naughty. They had cum all over while watching Blake fuck me, and even the girls got involved.

  The phone rang a dozen times, but there was no answer. I called the second number, only to find that it had been disconnected. I held my breath as I dialed the last number, knowing that it was my last shot to return to that dark world I had been craving ever since I’d left. I knew that I would never venture down to the address on the card on my own. It was a rough area, and without Blake to guide me, I’d never feel that kind of satisfaction again.

  “Hello?” a gruff voice answered after ten rings. I let out a breath of relief. I was just about to give up.

  “I, umm... I’m looking for Blake,” I said, feeling silly all of a sudden. There was a dead air on the other line that seemed to last an eternity before the voice finally said:

  “How did you get this number?”

  “I, well… it was on a card that Tyler gave me. This is....” I wasn’t sure that I should give my name, but what the hell. I’d already taken it this far. “This is Melissa.”

  Again, there was a long silence.

  “Pretty Melissa? The older one with the long brown hair?” he asked. “Blake’s friend?”

  I was annoyed that he called me “the older one,” though I suspected that “old” meant “over twenty” for these guys. At least he called me pretty.

  “Yes,” I said. “Melissa, the old pretty one with more brains in my little finger than some of your teenage bimbos. That’s me.”

  He laughed. “Well why didn’t you say so?”

  “I thought that I did, actually,” I said, and laughed with him.

  “Right. So, what do you want?” he asked me.

  “I was… umm… I was thinking of coming down to the club, I mean, I kind of...” I didn’t even know what I wanted. I let the sentence trail off.

  “No,” he said. “Don’t go there. We had to change locations. I’ll tell Blake that you called, and he’ll be in touch.”

  He hung up the phone before I had a chance to give him my number. I wasn’t about to call back. He’d made it clear that he didn’t really feel like talking.

  A whole week passed before I heard anything at all, and I was starting to wonder if Blake had even kept my number. Then one evening, I was coming out of my apartment and there were two guys sitting on bikes out front, arguing with a traffic warden. It was Tyler and Blake. The guy was insisting that they pay the parking meter.

  “We’re just sitting on our bikes, resting. We’re not parked. Do you really want to write us a ticket?” Blake asked ominously.

  The warden scurried off into the night. Apparently, he’d decided that it wasn’t worth the hassle.

  I sauntered up to them in my best “I am so cute” walk.

  “Surprised to see you,” I said, and I genuinely was.

  “We had... some issues,” Tyler replied, and Blake gave him a look.

  “Nothing major,” he said quickly. “Feel like doing something?”

  I had just been on my way out to meet with some new friends I’d made at my yoga class. I didn’t want to just flake out on them, but I didn’t want to just blow off Blake, either. I might never find him again.

  “I was going out, but I suppose I could call them and tell them I’ll be a little late. You guys want to come up for a drink or something? I think I have some beer in the fridge.”

  They looked at each other and kind of shrugged and nodded, then got off of their bikes and followed me in. I noticed that neither paid for parking.
/>   I called one of my friends and told her that I would be about an hour late. She assured me it was fine—apparently, everyone was running a little late tonight, and it would be easier for us all to just meet up at the bar at some point.

  I opened up the fridge to grab us some beers. I was bent over looking in the back when I felt Blake press against me from behind. He was grinding in to my ass a little and grabbing my hips.

  “I missed you,” he said. “You’re so different from the club girls.”

  I was glad for the compliment, but I wasn’t exactly sure how I should take it. Did that mean he was screwing one of them? I didn’t doubt it. I had no illusions that he was exclusively mine. After all, I’d been dating, too.

  “You belong to me,” he whispered against my hair.

  And with that, he pulled up my dress and grabbed my ass. I couldn’t help it—I got instantly wet. My natural reaction was to push my ass back into him. He was strong and demanding, something that I’d been missing. The guys I’d been with recently just couldn’t compare to him.

  I could have—or maybe even should have—just stood up and asked him to stop. But I didn’t. Instead, I remained bent over, waiting to see what would happen next. I was keenly aware that it was not just me and Blake in the room.

  Blake eased my panties down to my knees, exposing my ass as he slipped a single finger into my pussy. A shiver of pure, unadulterated pleasure ran up my spine. It was all I could do to keep from purring.

  “As I expected,” he said, sounding very self-assured. “She’s soaking wet.”

  He pulled me up, spun me around, and kissed me hard on the mouth. I closed my eyes, savoring the force of his kiss. When I opened them, I could see over Blake's shoulder that Tyler was getting undressed, and rather quickly, too.

  Blake kissed me again, sinking his teeth into my lower lip as he guided me down onto my knees. I could feel the cold air from the open fridge chilling my ass as I let him put me into position, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes as if to ask, what do you want?